My name is Mitchell and I used to be a hopeless romantic. Now I’m just hopeless.
I’m a writer with an interest in silk screening, and playing bass.
Don’t think because I can be loud that I’m not shy. I get loud mostly when I feel uncomfortable.
Two tattoos, one piercing. a whole lifetime of forgotten stories.
Peach tea is one of few keys to my heart.
I breathe in cancer and exhale chronic. Drinking and me don’t get along but I still occasionally imbibe.
I’m more used to being alone that with someone. I’m shut in myself. But most of all, im especially good at hiding all of it.
